Teach her what being a sex toy is really about

Harley's heavy udders remain surprisingly perky even after she's lowered herself to the bed. Still blushing, (though not as intensely as before) the Love Doll allows her arms to fall to her sides.

She bares the fullness of her body for you. Only patches of red-and-black tape separate her from a completely topless state; tape that you are all too eager to strip away.

"HHAaah...!" squeals Harley when you rip off the first patch.

"HHhhmMM!!"

Tears spring to her eyes, but the girl doesn't complain. Only when you reach into your sweatpants and produce the same thick, throbbing instrument that fucked away her virtue does she open her mouth to speak:

"Oh my god," she breathes, so intimidated that she nearly moves to cover up again, "T-That was inside me?"

"Yup. Miracle you're still alive, right?"

She offers a furtive nod, anxious eyes hovering on your pulsating tip.

"...So, what do you want me to do?"

"Why don't you go ahead and touch it?"

Harley swallows, staring at your waiting cock as if she's staring down a gun barrel. But after a few long, painful seconds of anticipation, the girl finally reaches up to graze your shaft with her slender-nailed fingertips.

You heave an appreciative moan in return, pressing your stiffness into the warmth of her hand. She accommodates you instantly, her fingers wrapping around your shaft to initiate a slow, purposeful handjob.

"...Like this?" she queries, looking self-conscious and more than a little awkward in her efforts to please you.

"Huh... You're a natural. Not so innocent after all, eh?"

That relights the fire in her cheeks.

"Well, I'm not totally clueless," she mumbles, "Girls talk, you know..."

Then she falters for a moment, fascinated by the way your meat has stiffened (and expanded) in her grasp. She goes on to explore your junk of her own volition, even going as far as to cup and caress your heavy balls in an attempt to elicit some kind of reaction from you.

"Why don't you play with your tits for me a bit?"

"W-What!? Really...?" squeaks Harley, reduced again to a state of demure disbelief. She's catching on, though; rather than waiting for an explanation, the bashful blonde simply sets her jaw and lifts a hand to nudge at her breasts as requested. Her movements are half-hearted at first, and even more slow-paced than the handjob... But after a few self-administered squeezes and experimental carreses of her own rapidly-hardening nipples the girl loses all will to resist fondling her big tits before your eyes.

"MMh~... Maybe they're not so bad like this..." she muses, stroking your cock with smooth, automatic precision as she investigates the wobble factor of her new endowments. "...They're sensitive...!"

"Oh yeah?" you grunt. Until now you'd had your doubts that she'd be able to bring you to the brink using just her hands, (especially after you'd just spent the entire night cumming inside her) but those last couple words set something stirring in your loins.

"Go on."

She looks at you quizzically for a moment.

"About...? Oh! About m-my...?"

Harley's initial confusion rapidly gives way to surprise, and then - fortuitously enough - to a kind of flustered acceptance.

"Uhm, w-well..." she starts, voice faltering in time with each tremor of pleasure she induces in her body, "They're soft... As soft as mi- I m-mean..."

"As soft as Alex's."

She nods briefly, looking somewhat distant at the mention of her progenitor.

"You like that they're bigger, though?"

"...Yeah." she eventually confirms, "I guess... That makes me a bit of a freak, huh?"

"My kind of freak."

You smile. Harley smiles back. And not only that: she starts stroking your dick with renewed vigor, her free forearm rising to prop her mounds up for your viewing pleasure.

"What do you think of them?" she asks shyly. You nearly cum on the spot.

"I think you've got a great set of titties." you reply. "Best in the class. That I saw, anyway."

"Yeah?" she asks in an unprecedented mewl, "...Do you like it when I touch them for you?"

"Oh, hell yeah..."

She reacts with a wink, finally adopting the demeanour you'd hoped to bring out when you first launched this line of questioning. She smiles sweetly and sets her plush boobs a-jiggle, jerking you off enthusiastically all the while.

"Am I doing a good job, Master?" she presses, biting her cherry-red lip:

"...Do I turn you on like Alex does?"

You lack the stamina to produce much, but you finally cum all the same. A few watery gluts of seed burble forth from your mostly-spent shaft and coat Harley's fingers in a sticky film of seed (much to her dismay). Still, the Love Doll grins up at you afterwards nonetheless, clearly exhilarated by her achievement... And after all that's transpired between you, she has only a single, burning question:

"So... Why did you want me on my back?"